Why Did He Spare Her?
'I want to fight the original.'
It didn't matter that they had no chance.
It didn't matter that victory was impossible.
In fact, that impossibility only made their desire stronger.
What kind of battle could be more exciting than one where the opponent stood so far above them that defeat was almost guaranteed?
They already knew the answer.
None.
If every incarnation attacked Victor together, they knew they wouldn't even last a few seconds.
Not a minute.
Not long enough to properly understand the battle.
A few seconds would be enough for Victor to overwhelm them.
They knew that.
They accepted it.
And somehow, that knowledge only made their blood burn hotter.
Azriel's fingers tightened.
Another incarnation laughed quietly under his breath.
Someone else stared toward Victor with an almost feverish gaze.
There was no hatred in their eyes.
No desire to kill.
